by Jamie Begley
She thought that she would let the bastard think he had won while she finally could enjoy a sexual relationship with someone she was actually attracted to.
She and Ace had played around for years, but her lack of sexual attraction to him had kept her from fucking him. She had satisfied him with her hands or mouth, but she hadn’t given him her body.
The sad fact was, Ace had never stirred any passion in her body. That was why they would break up every few months. She would search for someone that didn’t make her feel cold when they touched her and Ace would relieve the frustration he couldn’t take any longer. They would return to each other when they couldn’t find what they were searching for in someone else.
Sex Piston let Stud peel her out of the jumpsuit again, exposing her bared body as he lay her back down on the couch. His head went between her thighs where his tongue found her clit, stroking the sensitive bud before sucking it between his teeth. Sex Piston almost lurched from the couch, but his hand against her stomach pressed her back down.
The man had skill, and Sex Piston was woman enough to appreciate it as his fingers spread her wider. Two fingers filled her as he continued to play with her clit. She hadn’t expected to be aroused as quickly when they had only fucked a short time ago.
“Your body is fucking beautiful,” he said between gritted teeth. “Your tits are a man’s wet dream and this pussy is tight as hell, begging me to fuck it.”
Sex Piston held back her moan, still trying to hold a part of herself back. She couldn’t stand bitches who screamed and acted like a cat in heat when they had sex, but damn if he wasn’t working her sufficiently to lower her control to the point where her screaming would bring the cops.
Her hands went to his sandy blond hair, pressing him closer to her flesh that was begging for release. He gently bit down on her clit while his fingers spread inside of her, finding a spot that had her back coming off the couch again. She leaned over him as she came, unable to control her body’s reaction.
Catching her breath took several minutes as he continued to stroke her until he felt her shudders stop.
Stud got to his feet before picking her up and packing her into the bedroom. Standing her on the floor by the bed, he spun her around until she had her back to him. He pushed her upper body down on the bed with her ass and pussy up in the air.
She heard his nightstand open and close and then the crinkle of a condom wrapper before his cock plunged into her in a series of strokes that had her flesh struggling to adjust to his size.
His hands rubbed her back as he started to fuck her, sliding his cock in and out. The sound of his flesh slapping into hers was an erotic sound that rose wanton feelings in her. His hands went to her ass, spreading the globes wide. She tried to jerk away when she felt his thumb against the rosette of her ass.
“Hell no,” she said.
“Stay still.”
He rolled his hips, taking longer strokes that had her hand grabbing the mattress to prevent herself from being pounded into the mattress. She felt his thumb begin to push inside her ass. A feeling of pure lust had her changing her mind about stopping him. Her climax struck when he buried his thumb to the hilt within her.
“You can’t have an ass like yours and not expect me to play with it.” His lips placed tiny kisses on her back, soothing her as he stroked his cock in her still tender pussy.
Sex Piston felt his chest shudder as he gave a hard lunge inside of her. Stud stayed immobile for several seconds before he stood up, removing his thumb and cock.
“I’ll be right back.” She heard him move away, going to the bathroom.
Sex Piston turned, managing to sit on the bed, her body trembling at the second climax that had struck when she had felt his. The man had her coming three times the first time she had sex. It was more than she expected the experience would bring. It was definitely more than Ace had been able to manage the whole time they were together.
When he came out of the bathroom, she stood up and went into the small room herself. Turning on the shower, she washed herself off before grabbing a towel and drying herself. Going back out into the bedroom, she saw that Stud was lying on the bed with his hands behind his head.
While she was still deciding about getting dressed, he took her hand and pulled her down on the bed beside him.
“Go to sleep,” Stud said, turning on his side and pulling her close.
She had spent the night a few times with Ace, but inevitably she wouldn’t be able to sleep next to him. Thinking that she would lie there until he fell asleep then leave, she began feeling drowsy. Relaxing back unconsciously into him, she felt his thumb stroking the curve of her breast.
Clingy fucker couldn’t lie still, she thought to herself before she fell asleep.
Chapter Nine
Sex Piston strummed her fingers on the steering wheel in the long line of cars, waiting to pick up Stud’s kids after school. Usually, Fat Louise picked up his kids, but she had called to tell Sex Piston that she was stuck at the dentist’s office. She would have asked one of her crew, but the beauty shop she owned was slow today, and Killyama and her were sitting around, bored.
They had gotten in the green car, expecting a quick pick up, however, it was taking a while and both women were becoming impatient.
“Where you been the last two weeks?” Killyama asked, bringing up the subject again for the hundredth time.
“Been busy.” She gave the standard reply that she gave everyone.
“Doing what?” Killyama wouldn’t drop the subject.
Sex Piston looked at the car in front of hers, not meeting her friend’s sharp gaze. She had been spending the evenings at Stud’s after his kids had gone to bed. She had also been avoiding the clubhouse, not wanting to see him with the usual skanks that hung around. Sex Piston hadn’t let anyone know yet that her and Stud were seeing each other. She couldn’t explain why, even when Stud had asked.
She kept expecting their time together to come to an end, either by him pissing her off or him getting bored with her. It hadn’t happened yet and it was beginning to freak the crap out of her. The man never reacted the way she expected him to and he fucked better than he raced, which was even better in her way of thinking. It was becoming harder and harder to stay away from him until his girls went to sleep or he came home from the club.
He spent all his free time with the girls, only going to the club when they fell asleep and the sitter came in, which was only when he saw they were down for the night. She had come to respect the bastard for that detail; it was more than her pops had done for Diamond and her.
Every day, she swore she would break it off with him, yet find herself getting on her bike to go to his house, inevitably spending the night. She would sneak out in the morning before his girls got up for school.
“You fucking Stud?”
Sex Piston had never been able to hide anything from her shrewd friend. “Yeah,” she admitted.
“He any good?” she asked with a smile.
“Yeah.” She smiled back. She was relieved Killyama wasn’t going to give her any shit.
“Damn.”
Sex Piston laughed, but it was caught short when their eyes were caught by a large group of girls to the side of the school building. There was an obvious meaning to the circle of students—they were hiding what was happening inside the circle from the teacher’s attention. The crowd parted briefly and Sex Piston recognized Keri as the one involved in fighting with another girl bigger than her.
“Killyama—” Before she could finish the sentence, Killyama was already getting out of the car and moving toward the girls. Meri was in the crowd, watching her sister. Sex Piston lips tightened at her actions, or lack thereof.
Finally, the slow line moved and she was able to inch forward. By the time she was at the head of the line, Killyama was waiting with the girls, giving the oblivious teacher a piece of her mind.
Keri and Meri climbed into the back seat, buckling their seatbelts quietly. Kil
lyama got back in the front seat, slamming her car door.
“What was going on?” Sex Piston questioned Killyama while her eyes studied the girls’ reactions in the rearview mirror.
“Nothing,” both girls gave the same mutinous answer at the same time. Sex Piston pulled away from the school, turning in the direction of her home.
Silence filled the car as the girls stared out the window. Killyama threw her a glance, but Sex Piston shook her head.
When she pulled up to her house, the girls grabbed their backpacks and ran in while Sex Piston and Killyama were both slow to get out of the car.
“Did you find out the other girl’s name?” Sex Piston asked as she shut her car door.
“Brittany Staff,” Killyama answered grimly.
“She Allison’s kid?” Sex Piston recognized the last name.
“Yes,” Killyama confirmed.
The advantage to being the only hairdresser in town with any talent was that most of the rich bitches came to her shop. The very ones who had snubbed and made fun of her in high school clamored to make appointments with her.
When they got inside the house, Meri and Keri were already sitting at the table with their snack. Fat Louise was holding Star, watching with curious eyes as the girls remained silent. She turned to Sex Piston when she came into the kitchen.
She gave an imperceptible nod and then Fat Louise took the little girl out of the room. Before she left, though, she started to open her mouth to question Sex Piston, but Sex Piston shook her head, motioning again for her to leave.
Fat Louise finally left, leaving the girls and her alone with Killyama who went to the fridge to grab herself a beer before sitting at the table. Sex Piston took a seat across from the girls, opening the bottle of water that Killyama had set down for her.
“Why did you get in a fight, Keri?” Sex Piston questioned the sullen girl.
“It’s none of your business.” Keri’s smartass comment couldn’t hide the hurt in her eyes. Sex Piston’s eyes ran over the pretty girl.
Sighing, she leaned forward in her chair, her perfectly manicured red fingernail playing with the label on the water bottle. “When I was your age, I got in several fights atschool—”
“Is this where you tell me it happened to you to make me feel better?” the girl said rudely.
“This is where I tell you to shut the fuck up and lose your attitude,” Sex Piston returned her rudeness and one upped her.
The girls eyes almost bugged out of her head at her reply.
“I’m not able to make you feel better because you don’t want to feel better. Right now, you’re hurt and mad, but you’re also afraid.”
“I’m not scared,” Keri boasted.
“Then you’re stupid. You should be afraid. You should always be afraid when someone tries to hurt you.”
Sex Piston’s answer had the girl listening. Her attitude didn’t change, but her curiosity was aroused.
“Being afraid makes you smart, keeps you on your toes. Not being scared makes you dumb, and you’ll walk into their traps every fucking time.” Sex Piston took a drink of her water. “But you don’t want them to see that you’re afraid because if they do, they will tear you apart like a shark sensing blood in the water.”
The girls swallowed as Sex Piston talked.
“Who’s the boy?” Sex Piston asked.
The girls looked at each other before Keri answered, “Isaac.”
Sex Piston was willing to bet he was one of the kids in crowd.
Keri, being new to the school, would be considered an outsider, and her being pretty made the situation worse by arousing the other girls’ jealousy.
“They call me names and tell me not to talk to him,” Keri confessed.
Sex Piston nodded. “When I was in school, I matured faster than the other girls my age. I was wearing a bra when they were still playing with dolls. It made the girls hate me and the boys notice me. One in particular had all the girls crazy over him, but he would only talk to me, which pissed them off even more.”
“What happened?” Keri asked while Meri listened with lowered eyes.
“They would gang up on me. I had my ass beaten a few times. After I let the boy walk me home from school, they started calling me Sex Piston.”
“I thought the club gave you that nickname?”
Sex Piston gave Meri a wry smile at her comment. “No, those girls gave me that name to hurt me, to try to make me feel bad, which they almost succeeded in doing. Then two things happened to make everything I was going through easier.”
“What?” Keri asked.
“My ma. They finally hurt me bad enough there was no way to keep it a secret anymore. I finally had to tell her what was happening and she laughed at the name the girls gave me. And you know, it was kinda weird, but when she and Pops started calling me Sex Piston, it took the power away from those girls who were using it to hurt me.”
“What was the other thing?” Keri asked.
“Killyama, Crazy Bitch, T.A. and Fat Louise. Killyama were friends with them, and one afternoon they saw the girls going for me. They jumped in and helped me. They whipped those girls’ asses. It was no longer just me against them, but us against them. There is always power in numbers. That’s why the club your father is president over looks up to him because they know that while he is their leader he needs them also. A good leader is someone who uses the power of the members to work together to make what is wrong, right.”
Meri’s eyes watered and a blush filled her cheeks. “I’m sorry, Keri. I should have helped you.”
“Yes, you should have,” Killyama said. Sex Piston smiled at her friend.
“Even if you didn’t want to get involved in the fight, you should have drawn the teacher’s attention to what was going on,” Sex Piston told Meri.
“I should have, but I was afraid that if I did, then they would start picking on me, too.”
“They know that, too. That’s why you work together to make those bitches leave you alone,” Killyama said.
“We will.” The sisters took each other’s hands.
“Good. Now finish your snack. Your dad will be here any minute.”
Sex Piston and Killyama got up from the table, going to the door.
“You know, Dad won’t be happy that you’re cussing in front of us,” Keri said with a threatening gleam in her eye.
Sex Piston gave her a grin. “If you don’t tell him I cussed in front of you, I won’t tell that you almost got your ass whipped.”
“Deal,” Keri said, picking up her sandwich.
Chapter Ten
Stud stared out the window, watching as the sun began to break through the darkness of the night. He had come to dread the morning light as dawn approached. His eyes went to the bed where Sex Piston was lying on her stomach among the tumbled covers. The blanket barely covered the curve of her ass, making him want to return to the warm bed and wake her. The only reason he didn’t was because he knew she would leave. She always left.
In sleep, the gentleness of her face was readily apparent, unmarred by the usual guarded expression she wore when she was awake. Dealing with Sex Piston was like trying to reach a rose among a garden of thorns. Every time he reached out to her, he was nicked by a thorn and would have to start over in a different direction to try to reach her. He was beginning to worry he never would.
His whole life, women had been easily attainable to him, yet Sex Piston remained just beyond his reach. He didn’t know why she affected him the way she did, just that each and every time he had seen her the last few years he had seen something in her green eyes that had drawn him in and tugged at his world weary heart. She had gone passed his defenses, making him want the unattainable prize of her heart. If he hadn’t tricked her into believing that he had fucked her when she was drunk, he knew without a doubt that he would never have gotten to first base with the woman.
Meri had broken down and told him about the fight at school where she hadn’t come to her sister�
�s defense, and about Sex Piston’s talk with them. A reluctant grin tugged on his lips at her unorthodox talk with his daughters and what it had revealed about her own past. With Sex Piston’s attitude, he would never have imagined that she would have been bullied in school. In fact, he would have assumed the reverse to be true.
His friendship with her parents became solidified at his discovery of their handling of the situation of Sex Piston’s plight by giving her support and lightening a traumatic event with laughter. Those girls, who had given her the nickname, had sought to humiliate and instead, Sex Piston had turned it into a barrier against her and the world.
Stud remembered the dresses that Sex Piston and her sister had worn during their parents’ wedding. Diamond’s had been the sexier of the two, but Sex Piston’s had been more refined and modest. Sizzle was keenly aware of the differences between her daughters, despite her seemingly haphazard way of raising them.
Stud turned back to the window, not for the first time, noticing that she had parked her bike in front of his truck to be hidden from anyone passing by his house. She kept their involvement a secret, not letting anyone know she had been in his bed the last couple of months. Each day, he saw the wariness in her eyes increase as if they were on borrowed time where they were concerned. She thought she would walk away from him if he made a mistake and proved whatever misconception she had going on in her head.
He moved from the window, sliding into the bed by her side as he lay down next to her fucking beautiful body. His hand slid down her sleek back, curving over her ass as he slid the blanket away, leaving the luscious globes bare to his gaze.
“What time is it?” she asked groggily, not opening her eyes as she buried her head into the pillow.
“Almost six,” he replied, his fingers sliding forward, finding her clit. He began to rub it until his fingers felt the wetness in response to his touch.
Yawning, she stretched and pushed her hips to his touch, her responsive body moving to deepen his touch. He gave her what she wanted, plunging a finger deep within her damp pussy. Her green eyes sleepily opened, desire apparent in their depths as her fingers grasped the pillow under her cheek, her need rising.